"Why are you here" I asked
"Just like that only" He replied
I was making pancakes
He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you with an intense gaze. "Smells good." He commented
"Thanks" I smiled... The pink shit appear on his cheeks... Wait was he blushing......
He pushed off from the doorframe and stalked closer, his eyes never leaving mine....He reached out, snagging a piece from the plate. He took a bite, his eyes fluttering closed briefly
"It is fine"
"Don't eat that's not for you first of all if you wanna eat than you have to help me for making pancakes" I said while almost glaring at him
At my surprise he just nodded and washed his hands and come towards kitchen counter I was kinda shocked that the mafia taehyung making pancakes in my apartment dammm that was unexpected literally.......
He worked efficiently, his movements precise and controlled, much like everything else he did.
I was kinda impressed.. He was too focused on making pancakes.....
We were too close I shake off the weird feelings as I also went to work... His hand brushes over my breast almost mistakenly not on purpose....
He froze, his hand mid-air. He looked at me, his eyes filled with a mix of heat and guilt. "That wasn't on purpose." He said gruffly, his voice thick. He swallowed hard, tearing his gaze away and focusing back on the task at hand. "Sorry."
He finished making the pancakes in tense silence. When he was done, he set the plate on the table and stepped back. "There. I made more than enough for both of us." He said stiffly, avoiding my gaze. He cleared his throat. "I should go. I have...
My nipples peaks out already I was feeling butterflies into my stomach...
He turned to face me, his expression serious. "I didn't mean to cross a line." He said, his voice low. "I swear." His gaze dropped to my lips, lingering there. "But I'm glad I did." He admitted, his voice dropping even lower.
"Huhhh"........
He stepped closer, his hand coming up to gently cup my cheek. "Don't look so surprised. You're not the only one who can be...unpredictable." He murmured, his thumb brushing over my lower lip. "What do you say we forget about breakfast and focus on dessert instead
He leaned in, his lips hovering just inches from mine. "I've been wanting to do this since I first saw you." He confessed, his voice a low growl. Then he closed the distance, capturing my lips in a searing kiss.
I widens my eyes almost I don't know what i was doing but I was enjoying this though I didn't want to stop him
He kissed me deeply, passionately, one hand tangling in my hair while the other pulled me flush against him. He nipped at my lower lip, his tongue delving into my mouth to tangle with me. When he finally pulled back, we were both breathless. "Mmmm..."
He trailed kisses along my jaw, his hands roaming over my body possessively. "Bedroom. Now." He growled, his voice hoarse with desire. He scoopede up into his arms and carried me towards the bedroom, his strides long and purposeful.
He lay me down on the bed, his gaze intense as he looked down at you. He began to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving mine. "I've dreamed of this." He admitted, his voice ragged. He shrugged off his shirt, tossing it aside before tackling his pants.
